The Rapture Return From a Land Down Under
You’re probably wondering where they’ve been, the Rapture, the band whose skittering high hats, steroidal, 4/4 kick-drum thwump, cowbell clang and swooping, shrieking vocals helped launch the dance-punk revolution back in 1998. You may have watched as the career of their one-time producer James Murphy arced skyward, and as his own elaborately staged denouement at Madison Square Garden unfolded, pu